I read "Time Gypsy" and "A Flock of Lawn Flamingos" today - really fun. And then I don't know what came over me but last night in order to calm down and sleep I started what I thought would be an innocuously dull Pollyanna book I got for free in the library free box. This morning I finished it out of some masochistic impulse because it wasn't just soothingly awful - it was stomach-churningly awful and all about Pollyanna teaching everyone that women need babies and moms shouldn't work or go to school or do anything other than be glad about having babies. Jesus Barfarama Stepford Popsicle Hemorrhoids, Batman! why did I keep reading it? Now I shall turn to something more cheering.
Speaking of motherhood - I had a nice afternoon with Moomin despite the cramps. We filled up the plastic pool. When he jumped in, slipped, and fell on his ass, I have to say... he coldly screamed at the universe, "This is NOT GOOD! This is NOT RIGHT!" Someone teach that kid how to a) use contractions b) swear. For fuck's sake! I didn't do it! But then we had a lovely time lying on the blanket feeding the birds and reading "What's Michael" cat comics. He rode his bike, I weeded the garden. We ate cookies and had juice.
Chula nicely compliments me by saying that I put the sin in Wisconsin. Well, she will see next year that it is plenty full of its very own lovely sin already!